You push your way through vines and brambles, returning once again to the clearing. A warm breeze caresses your face as you notice a soft blanket of green grass covers the ground here. Two children are now seated at the table, but your attempts to communicate with them go ignored as they stare blankly ahead. At least they are alive.

"He's getting weaker," Lina says, suddenly at your side. "Don't stop. You must keep going."